The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Interstellar Finance

Ollie tried his best not to look too constipated. Technically, Luca’s strategy would have been acceptable if he had compared the same products.

The catch was that products like his would never see the light of day. Never would such items get to the Star Mall of all places.

Mercenary Guilds were usually sent out to unchartered planets to look for such items. While those that powerful families had kept were rarely sold, when they were, it’d be via an auction.

50,000 Star coins a piece. That should’ve been the base price. Even now, that was the base price for those with almost negligible spiritual essence.

But what Luca was selling at his online store was something that had never been seen before.

Others would argue that he was just making this up, but he was a Mylor. He sure as hell sucked at everything else, but not with this! His family owned several auction houses, and Ollie knew just how vast the quality gap was.

He even ate a few because Luca insisted he stuff himself with the fruits! Now, he wanted to regurgitate them!

Maybe it’s not too late?

Ollie decided to come clean and started telling Luca about the real deal.

Luca sat there, motionless.

He wasn’t moving, and his breathing was slow, which somehow worried the two other guys.

At first, they wanted to tell him so that he would understand why his method wasn’t as low-key as he thought. But then they figured he needed to know how to sell such items correctly.

"Host, it seems like we lost a minimum of 44 million Star coins just on the apples." D-29 whispered it. It was around that number if they sold it at the base price and after the fees.

D-29 could calculate the amount based on what the other two people said, but it could tell that its Host would not benefit from hearing the amount.

And D-29 used its IQ well.

Luca felt like he was going to have a fever.

And what used to be stable breathing began to deepen.

Then his eyes stung.

Usually, he would feel like he was on the verge of tears every time he was frustrated. But that was it, just on the verge.

His face would redden, and his eyes would be agitated. But this time, Luca had fat dollops of tears falling from his eyes.

The chipmunk was silent, but Xavier suddenly noticed his shoulders drooping and his eyes watering—practically gushing.

Ollie was so surprised he suddenly rushed to Luca.

"What’s wrong?! Are you hurt or something?" Ollie touched Luca’s face only to find that he was practically burning up.

This alarmed Xavier, who went over to pick Luca up.

Luca felt the coolness of Xavier’s skin as the resident coolant and nestled himself in his arms while still lamenting his life.

While he usually felt like crying, he never actually shed the tears, realizing that doing so would be pointless. But the little money grubber’s heart couldn’t handle the discovery.

Even if he looked, he wouldn’t have gotten access to the auction prices or known just how much the items were. And even if he searched, he wouldn’t see the statistics because his apples wouldn’t have any direct comparison.

But because he had the mindset of the poor, he thought the Star Mall apples were expensive enough! And who would’ve known that even those famed plants the gardener was talking about wouldn’t even match the potency of a grass blade from his space?

Luca was heartbroken.

He had a 60 million debt that shouldn’t have been a problem had he known. But he was not alone in this. D-29, who could only access information that it could connect to, had no idea about such auctions. Luca’s terminal only had generic access.

The little system was unreconciled. He vowed to connect to the school database and even better systems! This was unacceptable! If even that large mole could move around, why would D-29 be content with disappointing his Host?

*Hiccup!*

Xavier had no idea what to do. He just held Luca the same way his sister held her stuffed animals.

It was understandable to regret such a loss.

But it didn’t make sense that someone known for his spending would react like this to something that cost around an ornamental mecha.

So he asked.

Because why would he be indebted to his own House?

You know what? Fuck it.

Kidnapped—definitely kidnapped!